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Pearl sat along a mansion wall, the windows shining light onto her face from outside.
It was so… tiring, Pearl was tired at this point.
Too tired to try anything anymore at this point.
“I don't get it. Why is there so much fire?”
While she wanted to be the server firefighter, she wanted to have fun more than anything. And while it was fun to feel a form of competition against the flames, she felt it burn away at her.
Every single day, Pearl would put out a fire intentionally set by Grian or Gem, sure Impulse was around to help but she was supposed to be the main one, putting them all out.
“They keep setting fire, burning things with joy while I rush to try and fight it.”
Pearl stood up, pulling a fugal tendril from the other room, pulling a pillager from there, struggling as she pulled it into the roof and more began to wrap around its body.
Burn it all
The voice of destruction called her, faint but powerful.
“Why, I’m the firelady, I can’t set things ablaze!” She yelled down the empty hall, as the dripping sounds of blood echoed, splattering onto her skin.
They set everything ablaze, burning every tree they see, they scream for your help but they laugh at your attempts before causing more
“Yeah… but that’s not a good reason to start being an arsonist, I can’t just betray my job.”
You do not seem to understand, the fire is burning, they cause the fire to laugh at you. They burn at your nature, expect you to simply comply
Pearl’s head ached, her clear blood felt like it boiled before she collapsed in the red pool she had made from those within.
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Pearl woke up moments later, covered in blood and.. ash.
She saw the mansion burning around her, the pillagers who she avoided ran.
She looked at her hand… it held a flame. A flame that made all others look like jokes.
“No…. NO!” Pearl tore her hand off, stomping onto the burning hand as her clear blood dripped onto the ground.
“Dammit dammit!” Pearl clawed at herself, she let the voice convince her body, her body tore itself apart in rage, she screamed in hate as her blood painted what wasn't burning, and caused the flames to rise if it was, blackening to the darkest void.
She screamed, then she cried, in rage, sadness, disgust.. Before it turned to laughter.
“Yes.. YES, BURN EVERYTHING WILL BURN.”
She let that rage out of her, spraying her blood to cause the flames to burn more.
She was the fire woman, but for now she would relax in her own little way.
No one was around to hear her laugh
Nor the smile within the flames